Evolving by devouring from a young dragon

Deep within the Crimson Mountains, a corpse with a scarlet body, six fingers, and enormous fleshy wings on its back sat frozen, its entire body covered in dark red scabs, and the edges of its wings a bloody mess.

A masked figure, draped in a black robe, slowly approached, stroked his chin, shrugged indifferently, then waved his hand lightly, as if breaking some invisible barrier, before walking to the side of the corpse.

He was the one sent by the Empire as part of the advance team, tasked with investigating the unusual activity in the Crimson Mountains and retrieving the demon corpses.

"It seems there shouldn't be any problems."

The man in black muttered softly, a faint golden light lingering on his fingertips, before gently stroking them.

The crimson, six-fingered corpse with fleshy wings on its back instantly melted away, turning into tiny particles of light and disappearing without a trace, leaving only a pool of dark red dried blood on the ground as proof of its existence.

"My mission is almost complete."

He turned to leave, but then seemed to remember something, and a faint, ambiguous laugh came from beneath his mask. He then turned and walked straight into the heart of the mountains.

That direction led directly to the magic crystal mine where Alduin was based.

After the adventurers left, Alduin returned to the mine and continued to pressure the kobolds to keep mining.

Looking at the bustling scene inside the mine, Auduin nodded in satisfaction.

It's time to call Xiong San over.

Having not seen this senior miner for a long time, Alduin found himself feeling a pang of longing.

But just as he was feeling sentimental, a sudden wave of palpitations hit him, causing his vertical pupils to shrink sharply.

Then, a frivolous voice drifted into his ears. The voice wasn't loud, but it made Alduin's dragon scales stand on end instantly.

"Oh my, it's a hybrid dragon?"

The man in black robes had appeared at the mine entrance at some point, his mask reflecting the cold light of magic crystals. His tone was light and casual, as if he were appraising a piece of spoils of war.

A chill suddenly rose around Auduin, his dragon tail swayed slightly involuntarily, and his dark golden vertical pupils narrowed.

He didn't even see how the other person moved over.

Run, run!

A tremendous sense of crisis exploded in Alduin's heart!

His eyes narrowed slightly, and the next moment, his figure transformed into a black shadow.

But the masked man opposite him merely chuckled softly: "Heh heh, you're leaving before we even said hello?"

He gently raised his hand, and a pale golden light drew an arc in the air, instantly sealing off the entire mine entrance.

The entire mine was suddenly filled with intense light, forcing Alduin's figure to emerge from the shadow realm, his scales throbbing with pain.

Anxiety surged wildly within him.

With his strength as a sixth-tier dragon, ordinary light magic couldn't harm him in the slightest.

But with a casual strike, the opponent forced him out of the shadow realm.

This strength... is far beyond epic.

It's highly likely that he's a legend!

Auduin's heart sank.

The legend has long since exceeded the scope of what he can handle now.

Even if he advanced to the seventh-tier epic level, he might still be able to struggle a little, but now... he has very little chance of escaping.

Moreover, judging from the opponent's posture, he clearly knows Shadow Dragon's abilities very well and is restraining him in every way.

Alduin was about to use the shadows to leap away when he found that he couldn't see a single shadow in his sight.

The mine was completely enveloped by the opponent's light magic, and his means of escape were directly sealed off.

No, it's impossible to use this skill in the cramped mine shaft. If this continues, I'll surely die!

The masked man opposite him cast a small spell and then stood still, seemingly watching to see what other tricks Alduin might have up his sleeve.

Auduin's limbs were tense, his claws digging deep into the hard rock, his scales tightly closed.

He dared not recklessly use the power of shadow again, and could only pour all his magic into his scales and dragon breath, adopting a posture of desperate defense.

The dog-headed men inside the mine were already paralyzed with fear, trembling all over, not daring to even breathe.

The man in black robes walked slowly forward, each step making the surrounding light magic grow heavier, pressing down on Alduin so much that he could hardly breathe.

Damn!

"The offspring of a hybrid black dragon and a shadow dragon is quite rare." His tone remained flippant, with a hint of amusement.

Alduin's dragon claws gripped the stone wall tightly, his vertical pupils narrowed slightly as he warily watched the man in black robes, quickly considering a countermeasure.

Can you withstand it with your bare body?

No, my proud dragon body is no match for a legendary powerhouse.

Dragon language magic?

Absolutely not. Putting aside whether it would be effective or not, the mere pre-cast animation would be enough to kill him.

"Don't be so tense." The man in black robes raised his hand, the golden light at his fingertips flickering slightly. "I'm not here to kill you."

Auduin did not answer; he did not believe such nonsense.

If we don't kill him, the consequences will be worse than death.

The Empire's treatment of other races, especially dragons, has always been limited to enslavement and dissection.

"I can give you a chance." The man in black robes stretched out his hand, golden light gathering in his palm. "Submit to me, become the empire's dragon slave, and I may spare your life, and even help you break through to the epic rank."

Dragon Slave?

These two words, like a sharp blade, pierced Auduin's dignity.

He is a dragon, a soaring overlord of the sky, how could he be reduced to a slave!

Alduin suddenly tilted his head back, and a breath of dragon breath, intertwined with silver light, burst forth towards the man in black robes!

But the man in black simply clenched his fists, and the dragon's breath vanished instantly, as if it had never appeared at all.

This is spatial magic!

Auduin's pupils constricted slightly.

However, the dragon's breath just now had piqued the interest of the man in black robes. His tone suddenly changed, and his voice became hoarse: "Divine power? Interesting."

Then, his tone turned joking, "Little Dragon, it looks like you're going to be on the dissection table. What a pity."

As soon as he finished speaking, he formed hand seals, no longer bothering with any more words to Alduin. Golden magic runes rapidly lit up in his palms, clearly indicating his intention to take down Alduin on the spot.

Auduin's eyes turned fierce, his vertical pupils shrinking to slits.

Even if it means death, he will not yield!

Just then, a cold, aged voice rang out, shattering the atmosphere.

"The Empire's lackeys dare to act so recklessly in the Crimson Mountains?"

Then, an immense pressure came, making Alduin breathless, and even interrupting his secretly gathering dragon roar.

The same was true for the man in black robes; his incantation was abruptly interrupted, and the golden patterns on his palms extinguished.

He seemed somewhat displeased, letting out a cold snort and saying in a low voice, "Who!"

Then, a legendary pressure suddenly erupted!

As the words fell, a figure slowly walked over. Alduin stared intently at him, then his eyes narrowed. Even the man in black robes was somewhat surprised, and the legendary pressure around him lessened a bit.

This brief moment of respite gave Alduin a chance to catch his breath.

The figure at the cave entrance became clearer.

The one-armed old man slowly stepped into the mine, his eyes bloodshot, and the legendary pressure emanating from his body was on par with the black-robed man, not weaker in the slightest!